Quick Time Fancy Counterattack Manual

Chapter 793

What the hell are you thinking of us as fools!
You guys were so gentle in Shi Conglu's self-recommendation post before, but now they are so fierce. No one believes Shi Conglu's words. Even the administrator was alarmed by this post, and came out to announce Shi Conglu himself IP, and confirm that those accounts are all logged in by Shi Conglu herself.

Shi Conglu could not defeat the "thousands of troops" of her friends, so she could only turn off other people's permission to comment, and sputtered out words to "prove" her innocence.

However, it is a pity that what she is doing now is a complete joke in the eyes of the bar friends.

The IP has been picked up, and her previous "exposure" has also been proven to be false. Now she says that she was misled, and the person who misled her was the girl who was framed. Who would believe this? ah!

In such a short hour, Shi Conglu received many blacklist notices from studios and galleries that had previously cooperated with her, indicating that they would not cooperate any more. Shi Conglu tried to explain, but it was useless. When I thought about contacting a master who had previously intended to accept her as a disciple, I was even humiliated by being blocked.

Shi Conglu was distraught, and cried out deeply wronged. After living two lifetimes, this was the first time she was in such a mess.

But how could she be blamed for these things? !Obviously, it was Cen Qianqian who used secret tricks to rob her of the opportunity to compete fairly!

Shi Conglu smashed the computer to the ground, and at the same time huddled on the floor holding her knees and crying bitterly.

After crying for a long time, she felt that she could not go on like this.

So, Shi Conglu made another phone call to the gallery just now.

Qin Wansha and Duan Jingcheng had just finished watching the excitement on the post bar when they received news from the gallery. After turning on the network monitoring software, Shi Conglu's voice came out from the computer.

"Hello, is this XX Gallery? I'm Shi Conglu, the author of Shuitian Yiyue."

"Sorry, we don't accept self-recommendations." The man who answered the phone was not the man just now, but a different receptionist.

"No, no, no! I'm not self-recommended, but a Mr. Zhang has always been in touch with me."

"Mr. Zhang? Are you referring to our Director Zhang? Please wait a moment."

After a while, the male voice appeared again: "Hello, hello."

"Mr. Zhang, it's me!" Shi Conglu's anxious voice came from the phone.

"Miss Poetry? Have you dealt with the matter on the post bar?" The boy was full of impatience and doubts.

"No, not yet, but it's like this, because I don't really need to deal with it. I have the talent for your gallery to appreciate, and an art exhibition needs enough fame. I believe that if your gallery is willing to hold an art exhibition for me If you take advantage of the current popularity, it will definitely attract many people to watch, and by then, after seeing my level, everyone will no longer have such hostility!"

Listening to Shi Conglu's words, Qin Wansha couldn't help but chuckled: "It's really unexpected that this daughter of destiny can think of another way to hype up to now."

"If she met those greedy galleries, I'm afraid she would agree. Unfortunately, she met my gallery."

As soon as Duan Jingcheng finished speaking, the male voice over there spoke again.

"Excuse me, we're afraid—"

"Director Zhang." Qin Wansha pressed an intercom button: "I promise her, but just say that with her fame, the gallery is unable to recover the cost, but if it can be exhibited with other famous painters, the gallery may will also agree.”

After receiving Qin Wansha's order, the male voice immediately changed his words, and repeated Qin Wansha's meaning to Shi Conglu.

Shi Conglu immediately agreed happily: "Okay! As long as my works can be exhibited together! I don't ask too much!"

After that, Qin Wansha was no longer interested in listening.

"Why, what good idea did you come up with again?" Duan Jingcheng is the person who knows Qin Wansha best, so he can see the careful thinking behind Qin Wansha's sly smile at a glance.

"Of course it's a very good idea." Qin Wansha and Duan Jingcheng were playing with mystery.

After the phone call ended, Shi Conglu, who received a positive reply, immediately recovered.

She knew very well that this was not only a turning point for the events on the post bar, but also a turning point for the major events in her life.

After going to the bathroom to wash her face, Shi Conglu picked up the computer again, posted a message on the post bar that she was about to hold an art exhibition, and explained that she would use her strength to tell everyone that what she said was true.

After that, Shi Conglu really hadn't logged into the forum, so she naturally didn't know that there were already good replies under that post, and the top one was mocking Shi Conglu for putting her strength and lies in the same position.

Shi Conglu locked herself in the studio and began to create with all her heart. Perhaps because she was under too much pressure this time, she found a way to express herself with a brush. It must be said that this painting is indeed a poem. The best painting I have painted so far.

With some pride, Shi Conglu took a picture of the semi-finished painting and posted it in Moments.

Shi Conglu completely forgot that most of her circle of friends are people from those training courses and the gallery where she has always been a shooter.

Almost half an hour after Shi Conglu sent the painting, the person in the gallery who had been communicating with Shi Conglu turned on the phone: "Hello? Is this Teacher S?"

"It's me, what's the matter?" Shi Conglu didn't have the slightest nostalgia for the gallery that she was about to abandon.

"Hahaha, I just saw the painting in the teacher's space. The teacher has obviously improved again. It just so happens that the master has an art exhibition and needs to display new paintings. What do you think is the price of this painting?"

"I won't sell this painting!" Shi Conglu immediately rejected the other party's request: "Besides, didn't I just paint a picture for that master last month? You can't ask too much for a person!"

"Eh? Teacher S, you can't say that. We are also old partners. You don't want to sell the painting to someone else, do you? Your current brushwork is the same as the master's in the eyes of others. It’s hard to explain this matter.”

"What does this have to do with me?" Shi Conglu sneered immediately: "I'm just a simple painting seller, now I don't want to sell it, it's that simple, I have nothing else to say and I'll hang up, right ——The money for the painting last time hasn’t arrived yet, please hurry up and remind me!”

After saying this, Shi Conglu hung up the call without giving the other party any chance.

(End of this chapter)